Post by Deilakrion on May 28, 2008 12:51:41 GMT -5
"Conclusions manifest, your first impressions got to be your very best
I see you’re full of shit, and that’s alright
That’s how you play, I guess you’ll get through every night
Well now that’s over
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide"
-- "Headstrong" Trapt
"No tricks!" She was screaming, but she was not quite sure why. She was alone in the darkness and the cool moistness that was clinging to her. Shadows were building behind her again, ready to pounce, but she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of turning. Her dirk was clutched tightly in a white fist, and though her heart subsided its frantic pace she was still trembling. She was still. . . .wet dripped from cheeck to jaw, and she looked up, looked. The dark of the tunnels had faded into a troubled, grey sky. It was gently dripping rain onto her, enfolding her with its soft caress. She knew this place. Behind her, hot wind buffeted at her back. She knew. She knew without turning, so she did not turn. "No tricks." She continued, and her chin trembled. "No tricks." She did not look back. She would never look back to that place. She broke into a run, and screamed anguish into the rain. "No. . ."
Him.
It was him.
The trees bent slightly in the breezy wind that carried with it the scent of burnt wood and so much worse. The meadow, if it could be called that, flattened in wake of the breeze and the fire, terrified of its own mortality. The sky saw it all, as it gently dripped salvation onto the fire that had caught the evil building, the dry meadow, and the trees that bowed in light of the enfolding scene. It dripped from hair to nose tip to dry, torn lips, to heaving chest and trembling, useless legs. But there he was. Alive. Whole.
"Vilaelia."
In his tone was a mixture of fear, shame, hope, love. . .and so much more. Beloved, he had called her. He stood there, solid as stone, reflecting her eyes. His lips curved upwards, and he held out a hand. Held out. . .
"Yes."
They came together, gathered against the rain, revelling in the touch that had so long been denied. "I forgive you," he said, over and over, and his lips brushed against her ear, forming the sentiment she had been bereft of for so long. She had needed to hear it, had been dying of thirst and hunger but if he said it, if he said those words, everything . . .everything. . .
"I"
and she was breaking inside, the longing was infinite in its chasmic hunger that would sweep all else aside
"l--"
"NO!" she was screaming, twisting, fragmenting "NO!" throwing herself against stone and cold and slowly cracking wide open until all that was left was a dried out hulk. "Nooooooo. . ." There was blood. And then the creature, the elf, the woman collapsed to the ground and started to sob. Darkness enfolded her then, creeping up alongside her with careless fingers and an empty mirth. The time stretched long and solemn as all waited patiently for the she-elf to divulge her long held grievances to stone and deadly maw. The elf had waited a long, long time. Now she was too tired to truly enact vengeance upon the tricksy ship, that slid her around. She saw, with eyes long burned into stone, she saw the challenge that had been presented, that would rip her up from the inside up.
Hunt.
Yes, it had been enacted, but not by her. She was the fallen Queen, ripped from her throne and tossed to the human dogs who would take great pleasure in it. In her. The Hunt had opened for someone else, and now she was the dead prey. She gripped her dirk, and ripped the seaweed belt from her waist. Then she tossed the dirk aside, and strode forth. She would meet it, and whatever it threw at her. She had entered the Labyrinth. It welcomed her with laughter. She would crush it beneath her heel, and then. . .then. . .she would find peace. "Come!" The word was sharp and mocking. Her throat should have been raw, but it wasn't. So she walked.
It was a long walk. The darkness gathered and ebbed, but she didn't pay it any heed. She listened to the soft sound of her steps, and when the stone turned to soil, and the soil turned to grass, she didn't notice. She walked to the sun, and to see where the cave led. It wasn't as impressive a cave as she had been told, but then again perhaps there were no impressive caves. She wouldn't know. She preferred the cold slopes of mountaints. Why any would sequester themselves in caves was a mystery to her anyways.
"Vilaelia!"
She turned her head and grinned to see him there, waiting for her. The sun was so bright, she had to squint against it. "Why, hello there." Her voice was teasing, and when he grabbed her to tug at her ear she slipped aside and gave him a little slap. After a minute or so of tussling he left her to peer inside of the cave. "You come out of there?"
"Yeah, not much to it, though."
"You always turn up in the weirdest places, y'know that?"
She smirked at him, tapping his temple with a knowing finger. "I know. You're just miffed 'cause y'can't follow me." She laughed as he chased her, down the side of the mountain, the two tumbling in the grass and frolicking as the young were wont. It didn't occur to either of them that her skillful way with nature was not normal for a human. Especially not him, who saw her through such deep tolerant affection that they would never
ever
once
consider
fey.
Her nose slammed into a wall, followed by the rest of her as she finished skidding down a steep incline. Her braids had unravelled in a mess of tangled hair, and her belt--old used thing that it was--had snapped. No worries, she wouldn't need it in here. She dusted herself off and continued to wander the tunnels, following the wall that had so rudely stopped her decline. Her ma would be right angry with her, and then she would be forced to patch up whatever other holes she'd caused in her explorations. No matter. It wasn't until her fingers contacted skin that she realized she didn't have her clothes on.
That was. . .
Her toes touched deliciously hot water, and she smiled. The hot springs, of course. She'd left all those brutish recruits behind to take a well-deserved break. Who knew leading that bratty bunch would be so stressful? Yet it was her job as a Rider, and with her accomplishments. . .it had only been a matter of time. Still, what she wouldn't give for at least one smart dolt in the bunch. Such a load that would take off, and then she could properly train one in the fine art of the bow and dirks. Yes, that would be a fine thing, a fine thing indeed. "Vilaelia." Ah, he had found her. He always did. She smiled up at him, and his chuckled laugh eased her.
"You know, you really shouldn't be here."
"Neither should you." She quirked an eyebrow at him, and he grinned to see her devilish expression.
"I figured I'd find you here."
"You always do."
"Hmm?"
"Find me, I mean."
He reached to touch her cheek, and his smile turned gentle.
She opened her eyes.
The face of an odd man met her gaze, and she blinked muzilly. He seemed fuzzy around the edges though, and his painted face done up in varying shades of somber grey looked twisted with anguish. "Oh, little creature," he whispered, voice harsh in the tinkling silence, "What have they done to you?" His robes continued that grey-black pattern, quite delightfully made, really. She wondered who had crafted it. Damn find job. At the moment, however, she was laughing at him.
"I'm not a creature, silly man. I'm Vilaelia."
I see you’re full of shit, and that’s alright
That’s how you play, I guess you’ll get through every night
Well now that’s over
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that’s over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide"
-- "Headstrong" Trapt
"No tricks!" She was screaming, but she was not quite sure why. She was alone in the darkness and the cool moistness that was clinging to her. Shadows were building behind her again, ready to pounce, but she wouldn't give them the satisfaction of turning. Her dirk was clutched tightly in a white fist, and though her heart subsided its frantic pace she was still trembling. She was still. . . .wet dripped from cheeck to jaw, and she looked up, looked. The dark of the tunnels had faded into a troubled, grey sky. It was gently dripping rain onto her, enfolding her with its soft caress. She knew this place. Behind her, hot wind buffeted at her back. She knew. She knew without turning, so she did not turn. "No tricks." She continued, and her chin trembled. "No tricks." She did not look back. She would never look back to that place. She broke into a run, and screamed anguish into the rain. "No. . ."
Him.
It was him.
The trees bent slightly in the breezy wind that carried with it the scent of burnt wood and so much worse. The meadow, if it could be called that, flattened in wake of the breeze and the fire, terrified of its own mortality. The sky saw it all, as it gently dripped salvation onto the fire that had caught the evil building, the dry meadow, and the trees that bowed in light of the enfolding scene. It dripped from hair to nose tip to dry, torn lips, to heaving chest and trembling, useless legs. But there he was. Alive. Whole.
"Vilaelia."
In his tone was a mixture of fear, shame, hope, love. . .and so much more. Beloved, he had called her. He stood there, solid as stone, reflecting her eyes. His lips curved upwards, and he held out a hand. Held out. . .
"Yes."
They came together, gathered against the rain, revelling in the touch that had so long been denied. "I forgive you," he said, over and over, and his lips brushed against her ear, forming the sentiment she had been bereft of for so long. She had needed to hear it, had been dying of thirst and hunger but if he said it, if he said those words, everything . . .everything. . .
"I"
and she was breaking inside, the longing was infinite in its chasmic hunger that would sweep all else aside
"l--"
"NO!" she was screaming, twisting, fragmenting "NO!" throwing herself against stone and cold and slowly cracking wide open until all that was left was a dried out hulk. "Nooooooo. . ." There was blood. And then the creature, the elf, the woman collapsed to the ground and started to sob. Darkness enfolded her then, creeping up alongside her with careless fingers and an empty mirth. The time stretched long and solemn as all waited patiently for the she-elf to divulge her long held grievances to stone and deadly maw. The elf had waited a long, long time. Now she was too tired to truly enact vengeance upon the tricksy ship, that slid her around. She saw, with eyes long burned into stone, she saw the challenge that had been presented, that would rip her up from the inside up.
Hunt.
Yes, it had been enacted, but not by her. She was the fallen Queen, ripped from her throne and tossed to the human dogs who would take great pleasure in it. In her. The Hunt had opened for someone else, and now she was the dead prey. She gripped her dirk, and ripped the seaweed belt from her waist. Then she tossed the dirk aside, and strode forth. She would meet it, and whatever it threw at her. She had entered the Labyrinth. It welcomed her with laughter. She would crush it beneath her heel, and then. . .then. . .she would find peace. "Come!" The word was sharp and mocking. Her throat should have been raw, but it wasn't. So she walked.
It was a long walk. The darkness gathered and ebbed, but she didn't pay it any heed. She listened to the soft sound of her steps, and when the stone turned to soil, and the soil turned to grass, she didn't notice. She walked to the sun, and to see where the cave led. It wasn't as impressive a cave as she had been told, but then again perhaps there were no impressive caves. She wouldn't know. She preferred the cold slopes of mountaints. Why any would sequester themselves in caves was a mystery to her anyways.
"Vilaelia!"
She turned her head and grinned to see him there, waiting for her. The sun was so bright, she had to squint against it. "Why, hello there." Her voice was teasing, and when he grabbed her to tug at her ear she slipped aside and gave him a little slap. After a minute or so of tussling he left her to peer inside of the cave. "You come out of there?"
"Yeah, not much to it, though."
"You always turn up in the weirdest places, y'know that?"
She smirked at him, tapping his temple with a knowing finger. "I know. You're just miffed 'cause y'can't follow me." She laughed as he chased her, down the side of the mountain, the two tumbling in the grass and frolicking as the young were wont. It didn't occur to either of them that her skillful way with nature was not normal for a human. Especially not him, who saw her through such deep tolerant affection that they would never
ever
once
consider
fey.
Her nose slammed into a wall, followed by the rest of her as she finished skidding down a steep incline. Her braids had unravelled in a mess of tangled hair, and her belt--old used thing that it was--had snapped. No worries, she wouldn't need it in here. She dusted herself off and continued to wander the tunnels, following the wall that had so rudely stopped her decline. Her ma would be right angry with her, and then she would be forced to patch up whatever other holes she'd caused in her explorations. No matter. It wasn't until her fingers contacted skin that she realized she didn't have her clothes on.
That was. . .
Her toes touched deliciously hot water, and she smiled. The hot springs, of course. She'd left all those brutish recruits behind to take a well-deserved break. Who knew leading that bratty bunch would be so stressful? Yet it was her job as a Rider, and with her accomplishments. . .it had only been a matter of time. Still, what she wouldn't give for at least one smart dolt in the bunch. Such a load that would take off, and then she could properly train one in the fine art of the bow and dirks. Yes, that would be a fine thing, a fine thing indeed. "Vilaelia." Ah, he had found her. He always did. She smiled up at him, and his chuckled laugh eased her.
"You know, you really shouldn't be here."
"Neither should you." She quirked an eyebrow at him, and he grinned to see her devilish expression.
"I figured I'd find you here."
"You always do."
"Hmm?"
"Find me, I mean."
He reached to touch her cheek, and his smile turned gentle.
She opened her eyes.
The face of an odd man met her gaze, and she blinked muzilly. He seemed fuzzy around the edges though, and his painted face done up in varying shades of somber grey looked twisted with anguish. "Oh, little creature," he whispered, voice harsh in the tinkling silence, "What have they done to you?" His robes continued that grey-black pattern, quite delightfully made, really. She wondered who had crafted it. Damn find job. At the moment, however, she was laughing at him.
"I'm not a creature, silly man. I'm Vilaelia."